The granary in Tongzhou is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Households, and without the will of the Ministry of Households, the warehouse officials will not open the warehouse.

Han Wen saw the handwritten letter and wondered: "What is Yan Chengjin doing in Tongzhou Cang?" ”

"My lord, the corn in Hainan is back, Lord Yan, please go to Tongzhou." The official who reported the news.

Han Wen has a lot of sparse music to deal with, and a trip to Tongzhou is at least an hour, and he is not interested in corn and other things.

"Tell him that the official has no time, and tell him to see it himself."

The official was hesitant: "Lord Yan said, this is a great achievement, don't give it to Lord Jinyi Weimu." ”

Great achievement?

Han Wenhu suspiciously flipped through the account books of the state warehouse, and the corn from Hainan today was only two stones......

After thinking about it, he left the government and followed the officials to the outside of the city.

Yan Chengjin and the others were here, and when they saw the soldiers and horses of the officials and the Jinyi guard, Han Wen was so frightened that the corners of his mouth twitched: "What are you doing with so many soldiers and horses?" ”

"It's not a secret, the lower official has been under the surveillance of the Jinyi Guard, and the official of Liangxiang is the one brought by the lower official." Yan Chengjin Road.

“…… Let's go. ”

Han Wen was secretly speechless.

After being turned upside down by Zhu Houzhao once, Yan Chengjin invited Wang Shouren, the best master in the capital, to ask for advice on horsemanship, and practiced many times, and the kung fu of horseback riding is not what it used to be.

An hour later, the two arrived at the Tongzhou granary.

Han Wen ordered the barn to carry out the corn, which was only two stones in total.

A total of three stones of corn were harvested, and one stone was left in Hainan.

Han Wen bit a grain, almost broke his teeth, and threw it back into the basket with some disgust: "Can you eat such a hard thing?" ”

Raw corn cannot be stored for a long time, and it will germinate after more than a month of sea transportation.

Yan Chengjin mentioned in the letter that the corn would be dried and then sent back to the capital.

"Peel off the corn and grind it into flour to be as fine as white flour."

The barn sent the corn, and in a short time half a sack of golden flour returned.

Yan Chengjin took it to the restaurant, let the kitchen cook it, told him how to do it, and sent officials to monitor the whole process.

"Two officials, this is the polenta you wanted." The shopkeeper brought the porridge tremblingly, and he didn't know what the corn was, the golden porridge, which looked strange and delicious.

"Lord Han, please first."

Han Wen scooped up half a bowl, blew and drank it into his mouth, the slightly sweet juice slid into his mouth, delicate and pink like tofu, and entered his throat along his tongue, and he couldn't say that it was delicious.

"Is it good?" Yan Chengjin asked.

"It smells so good!"

As soon as Han Wen finished eating, the shopkeeper brought up the corn nest again, and he took a bite, which tasted excellent, and ate three in a row.

"This thing can be used as food, Your Majesty will definitely be happy, let's go into the palace to report the good news!"

"It takes an hour to return to Beijing from Tongzhou, don't say anything about disturbing Your Majesty, I'm afraid Your Majesty will be unable to sleep tonight after hearing it, so it's better to report it tomorrow." Yan Chengjin Road.

"You! You're so cautious again! Han Wen pulled him, carrying the half sack of corn flour on his back, like an old farmer kidnapping his son into the city.

Yan Chengjin pushed his hand away: "There are only four million hectares of cultivated land in the world, have you ever thought about how to promote corn?" ”

"This ......"

"If Your Majesty asks, what is the yield per mu, when should it be sown, when should it be harvested, how many times a year, can the adults answer?"

"Uh......"

"If Your Majesty asks again, how many ways can this thing be eaten, and how should your Excellency answer?"

"This official knows that there are two kinds, one is corn paste, and the other is corn steamed bread."

Yan Chengjin shook his head: "There is also popcorn, roasted corn, corn and meat ......"

Near evening, the two returned to the capital, Han Wen carried half a sack on his back, conducted a routine inspection at the noon gate, and hurried to the Dongnuan Pavilion.

……

Forbidden City, East Warm Pavilion.

Han Wen came with half a sack of corn flour on his back

"Your Majesty, Lord Han asks to see you."

Emperor Hongzhi put down the sparse music and saw Han Wen coming in with a thing on his back, so he asked, "What is Han Qing's family carrying?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, this is cornmeal." Han Wendao.

The corn was transported back to Tongzhou Cang, and when he heard about it, Emperor Hongzhi said: "I only planted three stones, which are as hard as stones, how did I make grain?" ”

"That's Your Majesty doesn't know how to do it!" Han Wen realized that he was a little reckless when he said this, and hurriedly changed his words: "I heard that the Queen Mother's appetite has always been bad, and the minister dares to pack tickets!" The Empress Dowager must like to eat this, otherwise, the ministers will be at the disposal of His Majesty! ”

"That...... Your Majesty, this is Lord Han's oath alone, can you not count yourself as a minister? Yan Chengjin said.

"......" Korean.

Emperor Hongzhi led Yan Chengjin and the others to Renshou Palace.

The Queen Mother was overjoyed to see Emperor Hongzhi: "The emperor came to accompany the mourning family to have a meal today?" It's the companion around me who talks a lot, saying that the mourning family has a bad appetite, so please come to Your Majesty? ”

"The emperor's grandson got something by chance, and I want the emperor's grandmother to taste it." Emperor Hongji smiled.

"The mourning family is now eating fasting and reciting Buddha, and it will be done if you don't die of hunger, by the way, that imperial history, what is your name? The mourners seem to have seen you. The Queen Mother said.

Amnesia?

Yan Chengjin said: "The next official, Yan Chengjin, is the right man of the Imperial Palace. ”

"The mourning family has eaten today, and the emperor will come back tomorrow."

This...... The eunuch also reported to Emperor Hongzhi, saying that the Queen Mother had not eaten yet, and she had no appetite, and now she had eaten again.

Yan Chengjin felt that there were two possibilities.

Suffering from amnesia?

Or are you afraid that Emperor Hongzhi will spend too much energy on her and deliberately find an excuse?

Han Wen's face is green, and he finally got a chance, how can the Queen Mother solve it if she doesn't eat?

"Your Majesty, the imperial meal is ready."

Huang Baoshan personally brought the corn porridge, although it was porridge, but there was not a grain of rice, it looked like golden elixir.

Emperor Hongzhi's appetite was great, and the imperial meals that came out of Shangshan were all poisoned.

"Imperial grandmother, do you have a taste?"

Han Wen was a little apprehensive, and the black gauze hat was all on this half bowl of porridge.

The Queen Mother took a sip, and the delicate juice slid down her shriveled throat, slightly sweet, with an incomparably delicate taste, and her eyes lit up: "Well, it tastes excellent." ”

drank half a bowl, and the Queen Mother presented another half bowl.

Seeing this, Emperor Hongzhi ordered: "Give me a bowl as well." ”

When I came out of the palace, it was already the time of the year.

Yan Chengjin returned to the house, he hadn't eaten corn paste for a long time, and let the kitchen cook a small pot.

A quarter of an hour later, the cookroom was served with the pot.

"Hurry up and help Young Master Ben taste it."

He Neng happily took the bowl, presented half a spoon, and drank it in one gulp: "Young master, it's not poisonous, can the little one drink another bowl?" ”

"Wait a minute, then drink half a bowl."

"Okay."

The next morning, Emperor Hongzhi Longyan Dayue, sitting on the throne with a red face.

"The corn from Hainan has been shipped to Tongzhou, and I have decided to change the dry land in the south of the Yangtze River to grow corn, what do you think?"

Liu Jian and Li Dongyang glanced at each other.

They have all seen corn, but whether they can eat it or not, I don't know.

"Your Majesty, the land south of the Yangtze River is fertile, and most of the dry land is planted with mulberry trees and cotton, which will be changed to corn, and next year's summer tax, the harvest of raw silk and cotton, I am afraid that it will bend ......my waist," Liu Jian worried.

"It doesn't matter, this thing can be used as staple food, filled with rice and flour, and included in the treasury together."

"Wait, can you see how corn is eaten?" Liu Jian asked.

Emperor Hongzhi was heartbroken, and 6,000 people went to Hainan to toss for nearly half a year before they planted two stones, which had to be kept as grain, and only half a bag was left in the palace.

Huang Baoshan was holding a brocade plate, and there was a half-pot porridge in the clay pot, which was golden brown.

"There isn't much corn flour in the palace, so don't blame me for being stingy."

After Liu Jian and the others looked at it, they nodded their heads.

Li Dongyang asked: "Your Majesty, how many times can this thing be planted a year, and the yield per mu is geometric, is it suitable for planting in the south, or in the north, paddy fields or dry land?" ”

"Yan Chengjin, you found this thing, come on." Emperor Hongzhi said.

There was a moment of silence in the hall.

An unhurried voice sounded: "There are two kinds of things a year, and the yield per mu is more than one stone, both in the north and south, and it is suitable for dry land." ”

Liu Jian, Li Dongyang and others were shocked, this son has always only said one percent, plus two percent, isn't it three stones?

The yield per mu of good land on one acre is only about two stones!

"This thing...... There are three stones per mu? ”

Yan Chengjin looked confused, when did I say three stones, I said one stone!

"Lord Liu, it's a stone! One, stone! "I'm afraid he didn't hear it clearly, Yan Chengjin took it apart and said.

Emperor Hongzhi angrily reprimanded: "At least two stones, you don't have to quibble anymore." ”

"......" Yan Chengjin.